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  The Billionaire's Son 5 : Sweet Escape

  By Arabella Quinn

  The Billionaire's Son 5 : Sweet Escape

  Published by Arabella Quinn at Smashwords

  Copyright © 2012 Arabella Quinn

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  The Billionaire's Son 5: Sweet Escape

  Derek clutched my hand firmly as he led me through the near pitch-black woods towards his car. The long cape I wore kept getting snagged on brambles, but at least it kept the chill off my naked body. I shuddered as I thought about the insane situation I had stumbled into and the horrific trauma I had so narrowly escaped.

  As it was, I had just had sex with Derek in front of a group of ghoulishly costumed men who were moments earlier about to gang rape me. If Derek hadn't shown up and 'claimed' me, things would be much different right now.

  My head spun with confusion. What exactly was going on at the Vaughn estate? And what was Derek's role in all of this?

  Derek led me onward. "We're almost there. Are you sure you're okay Julia?"

  "Yes." All things considered, I was okay. The only thing at risk at this exact moment was my heart. It was only hours earlier that I had vowed to permanently distance myself from Derek to save myself from the inevitable heartbreak that came with the realization that I was falling in love with the sexy and carefree playboy.

  But as soon as I had heard Derek's voice, amidst the chaos and confusion, I had felt safe. I knew he would not let anything bad happen to me. And when he had taken me, in front of all the watching monsters, my body had never felt so alive. Collared and bound tightly in a rope harness, I was displayed for all the freakish men to see. But Derek had made love to me, gently and tenderly, and had taken me, heart and soul, to new heights of ecstasy.

  Even now, after all I had been through, I felt an ache of desire, which only Derek could assuage. I wanted his strong arms wrapped around me, his warm hands running all over my body, and most desperately of all, his cock plunging deep inside of me - claiming me as his own.

  My steamy thoughts were interrupted. "Julia, we're here. Why don't you rest in the car? I need to talk to Scott for a moment. I'll be right there."

  Reluctantly, I let Derek's hand go as the man standing by the car opened the back door; and I climbed inside. I wrapped the cape around my body. Waiting for Derek, I tugged on the crazy rope harness, especially trying to release my chest from the tight wraps of rope crisscrossing my torso and highlighting and lifting my breasts. I fumbled with it with no success for a few minutes before giving up.

  Derek finally opened the door and slid into the back seat with me. He took my face in his hands. "God, Julia. You scared the hell out of me back there. What were you doing there?"

  I fought the urge to climb onto his lap and curl up into his arms. "I needed to pick up some papers from my office, and then I stumbled onto that…uh, whatever that was going on."

  Derek looked confused. "But why are you dressed like this? By the way, I know this is probably not the most appropriate thing to say right now, but you look crazy sexy in that rope thing." His eyes swept my body, settling on the gap in my cape.

  Even as my cheeks flamed red, I felt the flames of arousal licking between my thighs. "A lady was trying to help me get away. She said I was in danger - then I got caught - then the rubber suited guy made me wear this - then I was locked in a room -"

  Derek put a finger to my lips. "Whoa. Slow down. It's really important that you tell me everything you saw here tonight. Tell me about the lady first."

  I took a deep breath. "I heard a loud scream that scared me and I decided that I had been foolish to go there - and I should leave the estate before I was discovered. I ducked into a side room when I heard people coming. There was a tall red headed woman all dressed in leather in there whipping some old man. They called her Madame. She said I was in danger if I got caught - she was trying to help me get out."

  Derek nodded. "Good. What exactly did she say to you about the danger?"

  I tried to remember what she had said to me. "I was so shocked and scared right then. She said I was in danger if I got caught. I think she said that they might kill me if they thought I saw too much - that it was a special night." Shuddering, I remembered her chilling words. "She said that others had gone missing or ended up dead in an alley."

  "Okay, then what happened?" Derek looked grim.

  "She was trying to lead me to the outside door when one of those guys in the rubber suits caught us. She told him that I was a new girl. He told her to get me 'ready'. That's when they put me in this collar and ropes." I tugged on the bindings under my cape.

  Derek nodded for me to continue. "They locked me in a room with two other girls, dressed the same way. Then the rubber man took the girls away one at a time and finally came for me. Derek, I thought those men were going to… I was so scared." I shook my head, trying to shake off the macabre memories.

  Derek pulled me into his arms. "I know. Thank God I was there. One more question Julia. I'm sorry to make you go through this right now, but it's important. Did you see any other girls there tonight, besides the lady who helped you and the two girls in the room with you?"

  "No." I shook my head, my cheek finally finding Derek's warm skin under his parted cape.

  Rubbing my back, Derek dropped a soft kiss on the top of my head. "Julia, I need to go back to the house. Tonight is an important night and I can't let the opportunity to find what I'm looking for slip away. I'll explain it all to you when I get back."

  I was silent. I didn't want him to leave me, but I didn't want to interfere with what he was doing either. "Isn't it dangerous to go back there?"

  He looked down at me, searching my eyes. "No. I'll be okay. But I asked Scott to take you to my place for the night. I don't want to take the chance that anyone may have recognized you. You'll be safe with Scott. He's a private investigator and he's very qualified to keep you protected. Is that okay with you?"

  "Do you really think I could be in danger?" It seemed surreal; I felt wonderfully safe in his arms.

  Derek gently sat me upright. "I don't want to take any chances. I'll be back before morning. I don't want you to leave my place until we talk. Make yourself at home there. Here, let me untie you before I leave…"

  My heart started beating faster. "The knots are all in the back."

  "I'm going to need some light to see." Derek reached up and clicked on the back interior light. "And you're going to have to take off that cape for a moment."

  A wet heat blossomed between my legs as I let the cape slip off my shoulders.

  Derek's eyes blazed with lust as he stared at my nude body wound with rope in an intricate pattern. His voice sounded quite gruff, "You'll have to turn around."

  I felt his fingers brushing my back as he worked on the knots. One by one the knots were released, relieving the pressure on my skin and finally releasing my breasts from the squeezing bondage. Derek lifted my hair off my neck and unfastened the collar. When it was removed, I stripped the slackened rope from my body and turned toward Derek.

  He couldn't rip his eyes away from my body. Slowly, he lifted a hand and traced a finger up my arm, following the red marks the rope left on my skin across my collarbone
and trailing lower to swirl around my breast.

  I gasped at his soft touch; my body burned to be taken again. "Derek." It was a plea, but it came out more as a quiet sigh.

  Derek pulled me close against his body. His mouth descended and met mine in a demanding kiss. I matched his passion as our kiss deepened into a smoldering exchange of raw emotion. My hand slipped inside his cape and greedily ran up and down the smooth skin of his muscled torso.

  We kissed as if it was our last moments together. It was a desperation born of urgency, intensity and carnal lust. I thought my heart might shatter; the need I felt was so achingly poignant.

  Derek reluctantly dragged his lips from my own. I could clearly see him fighting the hunger still filled in his half-lidded eyes. "God, woman - what you do to me. I've got to go now or I'll never leave."

  He picked my cape up from the seat and wrapped it around my shoulders before lingeringly kissing my lips one more time. He opened the door and was gone before I said a word.

  ***

  Derek slipped quietly back into his father's estate house. He had attended almost a dozen parties over the six months since he had become a member of The Club - several had been at this very estate. They all had been studies in excess: excess food, excess drugs and alcohol and, of course, excesses in sexual decadence. Tonight had been no different, except for the ritual. While the ritual appeared to be nothing more than a sexual orgy of dubious nature, the 'claiming' of women, for one million dollars apparently, was a new twist. One that needed further exploring.

  He needed to find this Madame woman. She had tried to help Julia and she had actually spoken; whereas the other women he had ever encountered had all remained silent. She seemed to be privy to some of the inner workings of The Club. Maybe she knew what happened to Elise?

  Derek replaced his mask and placed the hood from the cape over his head. Most men seemed to like to remain anonymous during these parties. That certainly worked to his advantage. With a little luck, Jackson had not even known it was his own son who had claimed the last girl, or that the girl was his employee, Julia.

  Derek clutched the photo of Elise in his hand as he stalked down the candlelit hall. Now, he had two missions for the evening: make sure no one had recognized Julia and find out what happened to Elise. His stomach clenched as he thought about Julia. She had stumbled into a heap of trouble. If he hadn't been there to save her! She had narrowly escaped and he was going to make damn sure her safety was not compromised again.

  Heading to the East wing where Julia's office was located, he checked rooms as he passed, searching for the tall red headed lady. Most rooms were empty. He figured that Jackson's sex dungeon was probably in full swing. Hopefully, the woman was not in there with Jackson. He poked his head into a salon and saw a mass of naked skin writhing and grinding against each other on the floor. He studied the jumble of tangled arms and legs, but there was no evidence of red hair in the mix.

  It was two doors later when he found the woman he was looking for. She was standing majestically over two submissive men groveling on the floor, her high-heeled boot pressing roughly into one man's back.

  Derek studied the dominatrix for several moments before she noticed his presence. At first glance, beyond the leather and whips, she was quite beautiful - lush curves, long legs and stunning red hair. But as he studied her face, he was surprised to see that she was much older than he thought at first impression. She must have been at least in her forties, perhaps older.

  When she finally spotted him, her eyes narrowed before softening with surprise. In a clipped tone, she ordered the men to get on their feet, cracking her whip to punctuate her command. She sent them to the corner to await further orders.

  She approached Derek slowly, looking cat-like and sensual. "I haven't seen you around here before. Have you come for a little play time?" She openly studied him, reaching out to part his robe.

  Derek grabbed her wrist to stop her action. "No. I'm not here for that."

  The woman looked over her shoulder at the two men. They stood passively in the corner, seemingly unaware of anything around them. "Follow me."

  She strode out the door and turned down the hall. Two doors past Julia's office, she entered a room, waited for Derek to follow her in and then closed the door.

  "Who are you?" She watched him warily.

  Derek sat in a chair in the generic looking office. He didn't want to seem threatening to the woman, but he wasn't averse to to getting aggressive to find some answers if need be. "That's not important. I'm not here to cause trouble for you. I understand you helped out a friend of mine earlier tonight - a woman - who was here by mistake."

  The woman collapsed onto the couch behind her. "I tried to help her. I'm told she was claimed by a member."

  Derek nodded. "Yes, fortunately for her, that was me. Did anyone else find out about her? Does anyone know her identity?"

  The woman shook her head slowly, her red hair sweeping over her chest. "No one who could know that she wasn't really one of our girls even saw her tonight. She's in the clear. But they're going to expect you to be showing her off at functions from now on."

  Derek released a deep breath he didn’t even realize he had been holding. "Okay, good. I'll worry about that later." He stood and unfolded the photo that he'd been carrying and handed it to the woman. "Do you recognize this woman? She was at a party here about 8 months ago."

  "Are you some kind of cop?" She suddenly looked nervous.

  Derek sat back down. "No. I'm just looking for a friend who went missing. I'm not here to cause any trouble, if that's what you're asking. You told the woman you helped tonight that she could be in danger. I just want to find out what happened to this woman."

  Madame studied the photo for a moment. "Yes, I've seen her. She was claimed. I've seen her at some parties."

  Derek's insides fluttered with excitement. Finally, a lead! "Is she here right now?"

  Madame arched her eyebrows. "No. She's a slave to one of the elders. He's a powerful man. They call him The Senator, but he's not a real senator. He might be some kind of politician though. I've only seen her at his functions since he bought her."

  Derek's mind was spinning. "So, women are bought and become slaves? Against their will? How does it work?"

  Madame stood up and started pacing the small room. "I would get into a lot of trouble if they knew I was talking to you about this. But there are some things going on that I don't really like. So, I'll talk to you, but I can't do any more than that. I could be in danger if they knew."

  Derek removed his mask. He needed her to trust him. "No one will ever know you talked to me. I promise."

  She continued pacing. "The girls are heavily vetted and hand-picked to become submissives at The Club. They have to want the whole lifestyle. They choose to become slaves. It hasn't worked out for every girl. Some girls eventually rebel. Some of the girls think they can somehow 'bring down' these men or blackmail them. When they become problems, they're dealt with."

  Derek leaned forward. "How exactly are they dealt with?"

  Madame muttered, "God, I could use a smoke. Most of the problem girls are dispensed with from The Club with serious drug addictions. It's pretty easy to get these girls hooked on meth. Addicted, they can't touch any of these men. The men in The Club, especially the higher-ups are filthy rich and extraordinarily powerful. The girls, hopelessly addicted, have no credibility to make any accusations against these guys. After that, if they still cause trouble, they end up dead from an OD in some back alley. It's all handled rather tidily."

  Derek felt sickened. "That's crazy. Why are you still with them? Why don't you just leave?"

  Madame shrugged. "I've been doing this so long that I don't know anything else anymore. I don't know how to be normal. Here I can look after the girls and do what I like to do. I have my own power at The Club. I don't want to leave."

  It was all so foreign to Derek. "I have money and influence, too. If you ever want to get away from this o
r get out, I would help you."

  She stopped pacing for a moment to look at him. "I believe you would. When you took off your mask, I recognized you. I know that you are Jackson's son. Does he know what you're doing?"

  Derek felt his insides go cold. Damn! "No. Jackson has no idea that I've become a member. It's under a fake identity. I'm just looking for Elise. I wanted to make sure nothing bad has happened to her. Her family has been searching for her."

  Madame stalked over to Derek's chair. Sitting on his lap, her hands slipped under his robe and rubbed his bare skin. "It seems we both would have something to lose if anyone found out we spoke. I will keep your little secret as long as our talk remains confidential. As far as I know, your friend is not being held against her will."

  To his annoyance, Derek felt his cock stirring. "Where does this Senator that has Elise live?"

  Madame's hand slid lower caressing his abs. "He lives at Highgate Manor."

  Damn! The Senator certainly was a powerful man. His money spread vast influence over both political parties. This was one guy not to mess with.

  Derek pulled Madame toward him and gave her lush lips a solid kiss. "Thank you, Madame. It seems I have lots of work to do."

  Placing Madame aside, Derek stood. Madame looked petulant with her lower lip protruding. "Aw. You're not going to stay and thank me properly? You know, your father is always loads of fun."

  Shuddering inwardly at the thought, Derek replied lightly, "Some other time maybe."

  He had learned what he needed to know. In fact, he had struck gold. If what Madame said about Elise panned out, all of his months of searching could finally be coming to an end.

  Now, he just wanted to get back and see that Julia was all right.

  ***

  After Scott had settled me into Derek's townhouse, which was located in an exclusive section of the city, I had wandered around the rooms curious to get a peek at Derek's private life. The rooms were all exquisitely and tastefully decorated, probably the work of a professional designer. Everything was spotless; I was sure he had a full-time housekeeper. The thought of Derek dusting baseboards and scrubbing toilets had me chuckling out loud.